JD walked into the kitchen with a fully dressed Kurt and Ram only a few minutes after them. "That was quick," he said for Heather.

"Good boy, you didn't get distracted," Heather jibed back.

Heather very well end up dead by the end of this, and from JD's hands, but for a very different reason than what I fist assumed… well, actually the same reason. Heather's a bitch and JD's going to lose his tempter with her, except the rest of us won't end up dead with her, hopefully.

"Don't antagonize the trench coat wearing psycho," JD mocked Heather. She shook her head at him and handed him a plate.

"Heather," Heather warned her girlfriend very seriously as she sat down with her plate of spaghetti.

"Please," Heather said waving her off. "He's harmless. If he wanted us dead, we'd already be dead. Besides, he might have problems, but he doesn't have that kind of problems or he wouldn't be with us in the first place. And I don't think he considers any of us worth the time in jail either."

Heather's such a dry wit pessimist. We're so similar it's scaring me.

"That's such a comforting thought," Kurt deadpanned, slurping up his noodles. There was a snorting sound from JD and Veronica realized he was laughing.

"Got everything figured out, don't I?" he asked Heather. He sat down next to Martha with his place of pasta and a cup of just ice.

"Am I wrong?" Heather retorted, sitting between Heather and Heather.

"Pessimism and practicality rule the world," JD confirmed before popping an ice cube in his mouth.

God, everyone's so droll. I might have to marry Heather as soon as we get out of here. Heather, Heather, and I could be wives, we'd be like Mormons without the man.

Pessimism and practicality, my new life motto.

"Are you confirming that you would kill us if you could get away with it?" Heather inquired, picking up a single noddle with her fork and looking at it distastefully. JD only answered with a shrug.

What does it say about you that the only reason you're not dead is because of inconvenience?

"How many of us would be worth the effort?" Veronica asked, twirling her pasta on her fork and shoving as much of it as she could into her mouth. Elegance was unimportant to her.

"Should we be talking about this?" Heather questioned. "I mean, do you think they're listening in on us?"

Heather thinks they might be listening to us. Is that legal? That has to be a violation of our privacy, right? But we are in this stupid weird therapy. And we're labeled "at risk", they could have an argument.

"Then they got to listen in on Ram and Kurt's shower sex," Heather said, placing the perfect amount of pasta in her mouth. With Heather, elegance was of the utmost importance.

That means they would have herd about Kurt and Ram, and about Heather's illegal beauty products, and you.

"How do you know that's what they were doing?" Martha asks as Kurt and Ram both go red as the spaghetti sauce. Heather answers by pointing at them.

"I guess we'll find out at our therapy sessions tomorrow," Heather said, picking at her plate trying to make it look like she'd actually eaten.

What would happen if we got caught? I know they take you away. Heather would have all of her stuff confiscated. Would Ram and Kurt be separated? Could they even be moved from here?

"I can't believe we actually have to do those," Heather complains, going up for seconds in a flounce of yellow skirts. "I mean, we're already here which is bad enough, and how many of us actually need to be here?"

No on raised their hand and just looked around at each other, that was until JD started laughing. "Of course everyone's going to say they don't belong here. Who wants to admit they have problems?" he pointed out.

"But none of us are actually here for attempting," Heather stated. JD give Heather a peculiar look, which no one else notices, too busy looking at the person speaking. "We're the only ones without doors to our rooms and I told my parents and the doctors a million times that it was just an accident. I didn't mean to take that many, it just got away from me."

Heather says none of us are actually here for attempting, which is technically what this dumb thing is supposed to be about. But JD's not saying anything and I'm wondering if maybe he is. Heather's here because of mental health, Heather has an eating disorder, Heather's in so much denial of her depression that she accidentally almost overdosed on Zoloft, Kurt has anxiety and faces over pressure from football, Ram's dad is homophobic, Martha's made fun of, and I keep to myself. Yeah we all have problems that would definitely label as "at risk" but JD… he said he was here for cutting, and not just cutting, but cutting too deeply. I'm thinking back to how he never really specified if it was on purpose or not.

"Heather, if you're popping pills like that-" Kurt starts.

"I'm not saying it's not a problem!" Heather snaps, surprising Veronica and by the looks of it everyone else. "But I'm also not saying I'm suicidal. And I don't think I should be here if I don't actually need to be here."

Heather definitely needs to be here.

"I am not okay," she heard JD mutter.

"Will you stop that?!" Heather spat at him, apparently Veronica hadn't been the only one to hear him. "I don't know if you do it because you think it's cute or what, but it's not. Okay? It's obnoxious and rude! I don't need you mocking me! Talk like a normal person!"

Everyone stares at Heather in silence, Veronica didn't think the small happy girl didn't have it in her to have so much rage. Realizing she'd yelled pretty harshly and probably confirmed JD's "not okay" statement, Heather flushes and shrinks into herself.

"Heather," Heather said softly, reaching for her. Heather jerked her arm away just as Heather's perfectly manicured hand was about to touch her.

"No, I'm fine," Heather insisted. "I'm just… having my period…" she muttered before rushing out of the room. Heather quickly got up and hurried after her, leaving the rest of them in awkward silence.

Neither Heather or Heather ended up coming back, so Veronica took it upon herself to make sure Heather ate. It took a lot of coxing and eventually JD asked if Heather wanted him to get out a measuring cup and measure out a precise serving for her. Even though Heather had looked mortified at the idea, she agreed to it and together Veronica and Martha managed to get her to eat all of it.

Ram and Kurt finished off the rest of the spaghetti, which killed Veronica's hopes of having some tomorrow for lunch (stupid football players). She ended up staying behind to clean the dishes just to vent her frustration on scrubbing the pot.

"I think I like spaghetti a bit too much," JD commented, he was next to her cleaning the plates and silverware (there was no dishwasher, at least not one they had access to).

"Just my favorite food," Veronica sighed. "My mom makes it with extra oregano, and it used to cheer me up when I was sad. I was hoping to have some tomorrow for lunch. It's been the one good thing in this miserable hellscape."

"My make up does not look that bad," he teased. Veronica rolled her eyes but couldn't help as a small laugh slipped her lips.

"No, but makeup isn't exciting for me, food is." She said as she rinsed off the pot and began drying it off.

"Whoever said diamonds are a girl's best friend got it wrong," JD joked.

"For once I agree with you," Veronica agreed. "What's a shiny rock got on a good homecooked meal?" she wasn't quite sure when her attitude towards him had changed, but it had and for the first time that day she left a conversation with him in a good mood and not suspecting him of possible homicide.

Veronica didn't really want to go to her room, so she was a little relieved and a little surprised (and even more surprised to be relieved) that Heather's door was open. Apprehensively Veronica stuck her head in.

Heather was laying down with her head in Heather's lap while the other girl gently stroked her long golden hair. "Is everything okay?" Veronica asked, both of them looked over at her.

"Yeah," Heather mumbled sitting up. "I should probably go apologize to JD for yelling at him."

"I don't think he's mad at you," Veronica said. "He didn't say anything, and he wasn't angry either."

"I should still go apologize," Heather sighed getting up, Heather glared at Veronica for being the reason Heather was leaving. "I got worked up and I took it out on him. Now I just have to hope he doesn't reduce me to mood swings and hormones."

"He's not the type of person to do that," Heather said reassuringly. "And if he is then he's right, we'll see who's the one killing who." Heather gave her a brief smile before walking out of the room.

As soon as she was gone Heather went back to glaring at Veronica. "I got Heather to eat a full serving of spaghetti?" Veronica tried distracting her.

Heather nodded curtly at her and stopped glaring. "She and Martha walked past about ten minutes ago, I think they went to her room to continue doing their hair."

Not knowing what else to do Veronica turned to head back to her room. "Veronica," Heather called just as she started to walk away, "thank you." That left her the most surprised of all.

AN:: So there's a little more insight into Heather's depression and denial. I thought about having Veronica overhearing a conversation between her and JD, but decided to do that later.
I think it's nice that Heather actually cares. I like that she's more aware of JD than Veronica is, what Veronica thinks Heather only says teasingly.
Love to hear your thoughts.